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We have now been a waiting family for 7 months. Some days it feels like so much longer. At the 6 month mark we heard from our agency with an update on how many views our profile has had by birth mothers. We have been shown to 59 moms - almost 10 a month. My first thought was "great, so many opportunities." But the more I thought about it, I began to wonder why 59 moms didn't think we were worthy or a good fit for her baby. I know I am over thinking it, but waiting can make you do that. The good news is that the agency has a 75% placement rate between 3 and 12 months of activation. Only 20% take place between years 1 and 2. And the extremes are less than 3 months and more than 2 years. With those statistics it makes you think it could be soon.

We are continuing on with preparation for a baby. We now have a changing table, dresser, crib, crib mattress, mattress protector, bottles, diapers, diaper bag, hangers, and some clothes. I have picked out the carseat and stroller I want. Now we are working on nursery design and continuing research on everything else we need. What gives me anxiety is getting a call that could say "come tomorrow" - and I will be running around like a crazy person getting ready and crying happy tears.

My biggest battle has been guarding my heart. There is a fine line between preparing for the call and getting too excited. While I am hopeful and excited, I have to remind myself not get overly excited. If you go through the journey expecting the call and going overboard, the more you wait the more down you will become. I definitely have my down days where I wonder if a mom will ever select us and days where I miss S&G, but Marty and I are thankful to be surrounded by amazing friends, family, and co-workers who have been nothing but supportive on this journey.

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